Bad enough
I was spending more time at his place than my own because I was on deadline,
but the one day and moment I get back early to get all washed, brushed,
scented and sexy before he got home, he comes in with his brother! They
just barged right into the bedroom and there I was in the finest pink
satiny French-cut panties and push-up bra Victorias Secret had
to offer! I didnt know what was more humiliating; having to show
them my almost bare ass when I dove for the blankets to cover myself,
or the fact that through their barely hidden smiles, they were less
embarrassed than I was!

Then I
found out what was more humiliating; him, leaning over and whispering
in my ear, Honey, can you keep that warm for me until after the
game?
I couldnt have been more furious! An urgent desire to cold clock
them both began to well up inside me when I was hit with more news.
Apparently, big brother wasnt just coming by for a loan till
payday; he was moving in. His woman put him to the curb after another
heated exchange and he needed a place to crash. So what better way to
clear his head than spending time with his younger brother, a few beers
and that nights Yankee game?

His name
was Montel, a players player-type with friends in every corner
and baby-mama drama in three states and counting. Up to now Id
always gotten the standard respect from him as his brothers
girl, and not much else. But now, I had him peeking over his brothers
shoulder, wide-eyed, smirking like crazy and getting a good look at
everything I had to offer that was none of his business! He saw the
twins, my slick and smoothed down brown-betty thighs, complete with
a nice, tight apple-bottom, and I just know Montel was trying real hard
to sneak a peek at my sweet spot!

Needless
to say, my inner bitch wasnt having it! But for the moment, I
smiled sweetly, going along with the plan. Then I purposely went to
my laptop and stayed online until they both fell asleep.

The next
morning, still clad in my pink ensemble, I made my move. Sliding carefully
out of bed an hour ahead of the alarm clock, I turned on the bathroom
light and shut the door. Then I crept through the kitchen, cat-woman
style, got down low and crawled right next to the couch where Montel
was sleeping.

The first
thing that struck me was how similar they looked. Sure, Montel had two
years on his brother and five years on me, but seeing him now, you wouldve
sworn they were twins.

Yeah,
so that means he probably leaves his hot woman cold and alone to watch
the damn game, too! My inner bitch growled. Now make him
sorry he messed up your game last night!

Further
emboldened, but mostly pissed off, I sized him up, watching him doze.
As his chest rose and fell, I realized hed been sleeping on his
side, so his cock should be right here! I drew back the covers
where his crotch would be and got a surprise of my own. At least in
one department, he and his brother were not alike! Montel was HUGE!
Apparently, he was still in a state of body confidence where sleeping
butt naked anywhere was not a problem. He wasnt exactly cock-diesel,
but he did still have four cans in the six-pack. Wrapped around his
large, dark brown chest were guns as wide as my palm. His wide lips
were surrounded by five oclock shadow but other than that, there
were no blemishes anywhere on his body. But he did have two tattoos,
one on each bicep.

Squinting,
I could see one seemed to look like the Empire State Building while
the one facing me had the metal towers of Compton. Well,
I thought, East & West Coast cant save you cause
your Dirty South side is mine! Then I got a real good
look at his sweet spot and DAMN! He was big there, too!
It looked like it was waiting for me; all long and thick and already
at semi-hardness, ready to leap into action! Licking my lips, I knew
I was ready, too, and cautiously, I pressed my tongue to his bulbous
tip. Slowly I slid it all around his cap before flicking it away. To
my surprise, his cock bobbed up twice, as if trying to detect the object
that had piqued its attention. With its one good eye, it seemed to search
for me, stiffening even more, inviting me to give it another kiss. A
wide, wicked smile spread across my face, and I bent my head to oblige.

Hungrily,
I dragged my tongue down his dark pole, bringing my nose closer to the
space between his thick, sculpted legs. I caught his scent and found
myself craving his heat, eager to bring it to the surface and make him
suffer! I gave butterfly licks to his sac, and then slowly gulped one
of his balls into my moist, hot mouth. As I sucked on him, his dick
seemed to grow with a life of its own, becoming longer and thicker right
before my eyes. All at once my plan began to unravel. My nipples hardened,
reminding me how long its been between special nights.
All my thoughts of revenge, or of him possibly being awake, watching
me, seemed to fall away as quickly as my unhooked bra fell away from
my body. The moment had us both now, and I was getting my taste of all
he had to offer!

With one
hand, I grabbed onto his cock and suckled the cap with my lips and tongue.
My other hand cupped one of my breasts, pulling on the stiffening nipple.
The sensations clashed with each other and I could feel my panties dampening.
My pussys own heat seemed to beg for release, forcing a moan to
escape from my lips still surrounding his pulsing cock. Thats
when I heard it; my moan was answered. I looked towards his face and
there could be no mistake that asleep or not, Montel was feeling this.
His face was contorted into a half-smile with his eyes and teeth tightly
clenched. Either he was aching to see what was going on, or he didnt
want to wake up, which meant Id have to move fast!

Bringing
my mouth further down on him, I slathered his firm, thick pole, taking
him all the way to the back of my throat. My nipples seemed to get even
harder, tingling and eager to get in on all the action, which gave me
another wicked idea. My cups didnt runneth over, but
they were more than enough to handle him for what I had planned! Once
he was wet enough, I grabbed my breasts, surrounded his cock and slid
them up and down while my mouth suckled the tip once more. With each
plunge, I greedily tried to devour more of him into my mouth. I began
to crave the feeling of his every inch lustily thrusting harder and
harder against me. He groaned again, filling my ears, and I knew I had
him; I knew he was mine! Suddenly, I felt his hips start to shake and
push toward me in quick jerks. His dick swelled, his legs tightened,
and when he threw his head back, I threw my mouth straight down on him,
taking in as much of his cock as I could!

That blew
his cap right there, and I felt his hands grab onto the back of my head
as his hips thrust urgently towards my face. His seed splashed the back
of my throat, filling my mouth too quickly for me to handle. With my
cheeks overflowing with jism, I pulled myself up and away from his still
throbbing prick and swallowed. Not a bad flavor was my first
thought before I felt something cold hit my chest. Why that little son
of a bitch sprayed me! Looking at him, his cock seemed to gloat at me
as its hardness shrank away while the rest of his body sank back down
on the couch cushions. You shit! I thought to myself. You
cant get all smug on me Shit! You cant even SEE me!
Before Montel could open his eyes, I ducked down next to the couch,
making sure the blanket covered me as I lay flat on the floor. I heard
coils creaking and half the blanket moved, so maybe he was sitting up,
looking around. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he lay back
down on the couch.

Cautiously,
I peeked up and saw hed turned toward the back of the couch, which
worked just fine for me. Quickly and stealthily, I took my cat-woman
ass back down the hall to the bathroom, closing the door and beating
the alarm clocks buzz by seconds. Breathing a sigh of relief,
I realized my panties were soaked. As I bent to peel them off, I saw
the cum-splatter on my right breast. So whos got the game
now? I thought smugly, and I lifted my bare breast to get a better
look.

Bare?

Holy shit!
My bra was still in the living room!

*Bam! Bam!
Bam* I almost leaped clear out of my skin, but then my mans voice
followed the knock on the bathroom door. Hey honey! Are you going
to be in there long? Us brothers got to get clean too, you know!

Just
five more minutes! I called back, leaping into the shower to quickly
wash away the evidence. There was no time for self-pleasure; this moment
was all about self-preservation! Five minutes later and cleaner, I wrapped
a towel around myself and got ready to get back to the living room,
fast! But just as I turned the corner, I smacked right into him. Ironically,
he held on tight to me, to make sure I didnt fall.

Ooh,
honey! Im sorry! Are you okay?

Yeah,
yeah, Im fine. You just startled me, thats all.

Look,
I want to say thanks about last night. Maybe Ill get to see your
little outfit again later? You know, once bro gets his act together?

Yeah,
I think we can work that out. I gave him a big hug while sneaking
a peek over his shoulder.

Montel
was already gone.

So was
my bra.

I didnt
know what was worse; the fact that hed never see my outfit again,
or the fact that Montel did and had hard evidence to prove it. I left
his place to drop off my article with the usual powerful sensations.
(After all, its not every day a girl can say she blew the minds
of two brothers!) But this time, those sensations bore the strong sense
of dread with them.

Then I
found out what was worse; for the first time, my inner bitch felt those
feelings, too and I had no idea how to make them stop.